"Sir, may you please step out of the line?" This guy was probably a fan that was going to let him cut to the front.

Eggman smiled he was going to act humble about this. "Oh, I don't mind the little wait. Geniuses like me can wait."

The man frowned. "Sir, I'm going to need you to step out of this line."

"Really, the wait is no problem." The doctor laughed. "I know this is very unexpected to hear from such a celebrity big shot like myself."

"Sir, I don't wish to embarrass you..." The guy paused nervously. "But I'm afraid that your weight must be measured."

So, this dude wasn't a fan. "Excuse me?"

"Sir, will you please follow me to the company scale?"

"Excuse me?" Eggman stayed put.

"Sir, you need to follow me to the company scale."

"I don't want to give up my spot in line."

The man sighed. "Sir, I promise this won't take long."

"I've been waiting for in this damn line for over an hour," the doctor spat. "I had to listen to the whiny kids behind me, and the annoying teenagers in front of me. I'm not giving up this good spot and waiting any longer!"

One of the annoying teenagers twirled around. "Please, like, take him away. He totally sided with Melissa and she's, like, not even hot!"

"You're friend had a more modest judgment."

The guy turned to the teenage girl. "Ma'am will you please turn back around. This conversation doesn't concern you."

The girl huffed and turned around. "Whatever, like, give him the boot. He's, like, so irritating."

"I have you know that-"

The man cut Eggman off from yelling at the teenager. "Sir, I still need you to follow me to the company scale."

"I already told you that I'm not going to give up my spot."

The guy frowned. "Sir, your weight needs to be approved-"

"My weight needs to be approved?" Eggman raised his voice. "I would like to speak to the manager!"

"I am the manager." The manager gave a nervous laugh. "I was just promoted-"

"Sir, its only one flight on stairs." The man gave the doctor a concerned expression. "The park doesn't need to give you-"

"I also would like a free large Diet Coke and a turkey leg." Eggman followed the manager down the flight of stairs.

"Sir, the most we can offer you is a discount-"

"I want my ice cream!"

That man sighed. "Don't worry, sir, I'll get you your ice cream." That was going to be a few bucks off his paycheck.

"And it better have gummy bears, and those colorful sprinkles on it!"

"Certainty, sir." That's two more bucks off his paycheck.

"Oh, and it better be in one of those chocolate dipped waffle cones. Not one of those tasteless sugar cones. I hate those stupid things-"

The manager cut him off. "Sir, will you please step on the scale?"

Eggman took off his shoes and stepped on the scale. "Oh, and I would like two tablespoons of sugar added to my Diet Coke. And it better be pure sugar. I hate that Splenda crap."

"Oh my goodness." The man looked down at the scale.

"And I want my turkey leg to be the size of a-"

The manager cut him off. "Sir, are you by any change wearing some sort of heavy metal?"

"I'm dressed very lightly for a day at a theme park." Eggman looked down at scale. "Goodness! Is the decimal even in the right place?"

The man shook his head. "The company scale is one hundred percent accurate."

Eggman jumped off the scale. "How much do you weight?"

The manger blushed. "I'm about one-hundred-fifty."

"Step on the scale."

The man did as Eggman asked. "It says one-hundred-fifty-two."

"Crap!" Eggman exclaimed. "I was positive that this was some sort of prank scale."

"Sir, I'm afraid that your weight won't be supported-"

"Can I ride it anyway? I've waited so long already."

The manger stepped off the scale. "I don't want to risk the lives of the other customers."

"To hell with them!"

"Sir, I'm really sorry. Your weight is just forty pounds over the-"

"This sucks! I need comfort food."

The man gave an awkward smile. "Well, I did promise you a free ice cream."

"Keep your stupid ice cream. Its probably a disappointment like the rest of this stupid park." Eggman walked off.

Eggman scrolled through his phone as he waited in the Panda Express line. That damn hedgehog had tagged two more pictures of himself living it up. It wasn't fair. How come when Eggman tried to do something awesome to post on Facebook-

"Sir, what would you like to order?" The employee asked cutting off his thoughts.